Wednesday, July 2, 2008

When marrying web based email programs becomes legal, Gmail, I'm getting down on one knee

Sure Gmail is efficient, has humongous storage capacity and lets me chat as much as I want but no that's not why I want to make Gmail my betrothed.

It's because Gmail is so "intuitive". When I send an email about baby showers you offer me little nuggets of goodness by way of sponsored links that tell me where I can find baby shower games online, or just the perfect shower gift. Oh how I love how you love to make my life easier. You understand that I'm a busy woman, you get me. And that is important in a relationship.

I'm sorry to have tested you earlier, but sometimes I worry that you are too good to be true. So no, I don't really want to be a stripper . But hey thanks for the link to the stripper clothing sale. If I do reconsider my career, I may look in to the dis-robing arts because hell, I might actually look halfway decent in those patent leather, thigh-high platform stilletto lace up boots and at 40% off - how could I resist! ?

And I'm ecstatic that when I asked if I had a big arse you effectively dodged that question instead pointing me in the direction of a website in which I can make custom jeans that will flatter my butt. Good lookin out, G!

And most importantly , I'm happy to know you will not cheat on me, all I need to do is head over and purchase some of that monitoring software you hipped me to and I'm golden.

Gmail , you rule , you rule like no other has ever ruled before. I now know we were meant for each other

But I do have one small request and please don't interpret this as disrespect because obviously I'm smitten w/you.

But please, enough of the spam recipes already ! Sure I may have eaten spam as a kid (In fact more times then I care to mention). But I think you get a sense of who I am and that's certainly not a woman that wants to make spam hashbrown bake or spam and spinach tortillas.

So you work on that little, itty bitty teensy weensy thing and I promise we're headed down the aisle tomorrow (sorry hubby, bigamy be damned)

Spam? You have eaten it? Gross. I am scared of any meat that comes in a metal container. It seems wrong and sacrilegious. I should check out the gmail that I set up for the MOMS Club. It is probably just full of SPAM about enlarging things, but what the hell. I need a good laugh this week!

Because you just can't get enough of me...

or you know, I could, like, come directly to your inbox too...

I used to be Worker Mommy. Then WM. And while I like a certain degree of anonymity, I'm getting confused with all these "identities". In case you're wondering I still work and I'm still a "mommy". But now just plain old Stacey: generally sarcastic, perpetually tired and maybe a little goofy thrown in for good measure. Wife to hubby and mom to twins B(son) and J(daughter),11 stepdaughters TomGirl, 21 and GT,19, and one furbaby.
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